Page 40 of Filtration Play
Their gaze darkened for a moment, and something potent brewed in the silence. He waited on a taut thread for a response. Except the seriousness faded away.
“I like that you’re nice and caged up for me.” They offered a shit-eating grin, and he rolled his eyes. The reminder sent a shudder of lust through him regardless, the reminder that for the next few days, they owned his orgasms.
“And how are we celebrating my release in a few days?” he asked.
They flopped back on their bed. “How about we check in, then? See how you’re doing. If you can make it a week, I might have something even better in mind.”
His curiosity was stoked. “Going to tell me anything?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Fin said, mischief sparking in their eyes. God, every second with them made him feel lighter than he had in years. Like the wear and tear of daily life washed away. And combined with the kink they explored together, he’d never felt this alive. The energy that burst through his veins was something he didn’t want to let go of.
And if he were being honest, he didn’t want to let go of Fin either.
“All right, if you’re crashing here, you’ll be naked,” Fin said. “Get comfortable on the bed, and we can watch something on my laptop.”
“Want to continue theFarscaperun from the other day?” He scooted farther up the bed to get comfortable.
“Works for me,” they shouted as they walked into the other room. “Take the right side of the bed, and I’ll toss you out the window.”
“Man, it’s so easy to get defenestrated from your apartment.” He was tempted to move to the right side on purpose. However, he wanted to be comfortable, and even more so, he wanted Fin to curl up next to him. Still, he left his leg lingering on that side.
Fin stepped back in with their laptop and arched a brow. “Mmk, sass queen. I’ll sit on your leg.”
His grin stretched his face unbidden. They plonked beside him with an utter lack of grace and popped their laptop farther down on the bed withFarscapealready rolling.
They slid their arm around his shoulders and settled in. He leaned into the comfort they offered, the relief an ache in his chest he hadn’t realized needed to be soothed until it was absent.
Fin had said from the start they didn’t do commitments, but his heart refused to take the memo.
Even if he’d end up shattering in the aftermath.
Chapter Fourteen
Fin was going to regret this.
A few days had passed since their last shoot and hookup with Ollie, and already, they were seeing him again.
They could claim the meetup was because of a chastity check-in, but the real reason brewed under the surface, growing stronger than ever.
Ollie had gotten under their skin. He’d slept in their bed. Fuck, they’d slept with him in a nonsexual way. Fin didn’t do that. With anyone. They didn’t let people into their space, their apartment, their fucking bed.
Except he made doing so far too easy. The urge to look after him intensified by the day, and not just becausehe was younger.
No, it was because something about this guy had beguiled them from the start. He was a mix of flirty and sarcastic but melted for them into pure sweetness. Most people brought out their defensive side, where they’d start cracking jokes or bratting out. However, Ollie pivoted the conversation to light with ease whenever it got too serious. Kept them from the edge that threatened to shatter them.
Which was why a few days after seeing Ollie, they’d already made more hangout plans.
To check in on the chastity, obviously.
If that included a ride down the freeway to Yerba Buena Island to kick back and soak in the views, well, that was part of checking on the chastity, of course. Durability or some shit.
They pulled up in front of Ollie’s apartment out in Oakland. If they were picking him up, they wouldn’t be tempted to keep him at their place again and wake up again plastered against his delicious muscles. Fuck him for being that goddamn sexy. But seriously, they wanted to fuck him something fierce right now. The thought of him being in chastity for them stoked their flames like nothing else, and they’d masturbated every night—and gloated about it over text, of course.
The apartment complex had an overwhelmingly brown exterior, broken up by the windows. He’d stated he lived with a roommate he was ambivalent about, so they texted him.
Get your ass down here.
They leaned against the side of their bike and ran their fingers through their sweat-soaked strands. It had been their day off from Whipped, but they’d spent it working on the shots from Ollie. Which, holy hell. Both shoots they’d done were some of their best work. He was a natural for the camera, his gaze sizzling, even though thesubmissiveness was clear in his posture. They only needed one more set.
